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How Pops Staples Got Named

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Here’s a slice that didn’t make it into the published interview with Mavis Staples. It may seem like a trifle, but I think it’s a lovely bit of history.

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Levon and my pops—my father—were the best of friends. You know, Levon is the only person, still, in all of our careers who would call Pops Roebuck.

You know, a lot of people don’t know my father’s name. And Levon would always say, “Roebuck! Roebuck! Let’s have a talk.” It would just crack us up so to hear him call Daddy Roebuck.

Pops was named after Sears Roebuck. His father and mother had fourteen children, and they ran out of names with the last two. So my uncle, Sears, was first, and Pops was the baby, so they named him Roebuck. So they had a Sears Roebuck in the family; seven boys and seven girls.

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NO BREAKFAST. Breakfast is a fool’s meal and I would rather be poisoned than eat a single bite of breakfast. Everything about it is baby food except for the vulgar American meats, which seem to have been carved straight off Paul Bunyan’s own ass. Eggs are just a shape, and toast is the reason the British no longer rule the world: too cozy and complacent. I do drink a coffee, though. I’m not going to pretend the Enlightenment didn’t happen.

Poet Patricia Lockwood Dreams of Roasted Pturkeydactyls — Grub Street

please go read this entire beautiful thing because patricia lockwood is a goddamn treasure

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Eggs are just a shape.

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But I don’t want to be noble and committed like most women in history were - which invariably seems to involve being burned at the stake, dying of sadness or being bricked up in a tower by an earl. I don’t want to sacrifice myself for something. I don’t want to die for something. I don’t even walk in the rain up a hill in a skirt that’s sticking to my thighs for something. I want to live for something, instead - as men do. I want to have fun. The most fun ever. I want a rapturous quest. I want to sacrifice myself to glee. I want to make the world better, in some way.
Caitlin Moran, How To Build A Girl (via highfashionboosh)

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Portuguese designer Susana Soares has developed a device for detecting cancer and other serious diseases using trained bees. The bees are placed in a glass chamber into which the patient exhales; the bees fly into a smaller secondary chamber if they detect cancer. 

Scientists have found that honey bees - Apis mellifera - have an extraordinary sense of smell that is more acute than that of a sniffer dog and can detect airborne molecules in the parts-per-trillion range. 

Bees can be trained to detect specific chemical odours, including the biomarkers associated with diseases such as tuberculosis, lung, skin and pancreatic cancer.

breathe into the BEE ORB to reveal your fate

How long does a bee even live?

I thought this was some sort of bee bong!

I’m 100% supportive of this science until I breathe into it and all the bees immediately evacuate. Then I think it’s bullshit.